Noah Jacobson // THE WOES OF MAN

How lofty are the woes of man,

to die

for lack of living?

 

Upon the joyous path of life,

to waltz,

taking and giving.

 

 

While letting all his troubles pass,

to fight

for unbound freedom.

 

He does forget the crux of life,

like those

who would succeed him.

 

 

What is the farmer’s reason if,

his value

is but voided?

 

What is order’s purpose when,

to die

cannot be thwarted?

 

 

Every person soon will pass,

despite

your greatest efforts.

 

If you see the end is near,

right then

what are your comforts?

 

 

You hear the voice inside your head,

It seems

To be forgiving.

 

“There is no meaning to our lives,

but what

we feel while living.”

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